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Chapter Twenty-OneThe next day required Mac and Grace to rise early. Grace had arranged for a car to take them to Loch Ness and Urquhart Castle on a private tour. The guide’s name was Andrew, and he’d agreed to pick them up from the hotel.“This is the best way to do this tour in one day,” Grace insisted. “Besides, Andrew says he has many stories about Scotland that he can share. So, the ride there won’t seem so interminably long.”Mac wasn’t thrilled about a three-hour car ride to see what he considered an imaginary creature. But Grace’s eyes had lit up like a Christmas tree when she spoke about the Loch Ness tour.“You like castles, right? Well, then this is the perfect tour because we will get to spend two hours at Urquhart Castle.”“If it means that much to you to go, I’m in,” he said. Grace asked for very little. He could undoubtedly accommodate her wish to see something fanciful. “Just as long as you don’t pout when we don’t see Nessie.”Grace grinned. “Whether we see her or not isn’t the point. I just can’t be this close to Loch Ness and not see it! When will I ever have this opportunity again?”Mac looked at her for a moment, realizing that she hadn’t quite grasped the concept that this wouldn’t be her last trip to Scotland. Now that she was his wife and Chief Operating Officer, she’d find herself in Edinburgh again. But he let that go for now.Andrew hadn’t oversold himself. He was, indeed, a wealth of knowledge and had many stories to tell. The ride was entertaining with tales of unicorns prancing in the Isle of Skye and the dark and dangerous nature of kelpies, which were shapeshifting, horse-like water spirits said to have the strength of one hundred horses. And, of course, accounts of Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster that remained elusive, despite several allegedly confirmed sightings.But the thing Mac enjoyed most was watching Grace as Andrew shared stories of these mythical creatures, as well as legends about faeries and selkies. Her face lit up with childlike wonder, and it touched his heart.“Are they like mermaids then?” Mac found himself asking Andrew about the selkies.“Nah! Selkies are mythical beings that change from seals to human forms when they are on dry land,” Andrew explained. “You’d be more likely to catch sight of them around the islands of Orkney and Shetland. But you’d best beware, as they are said to be devastatingly beautiful and can charm you into falling hopelessly in love with them.”“Then they’d be like my Gracie,” Mac mused.Andrew chuckled. It was nice to see a man so enamored with his wife that he would indulge in this type of fanciful day trip.“If we don’t dally too much at Loch Ness, we’d have time to stop at Tomatin Distillery if you’re interested in Scotch. Their Tomatin-12 is classically smooth, but they’ve many others as well,” Andrew suggested.Mac smiled, “Let’s see if time permits. I don’t want Grace to feel rushed.”As it turned out, they’d likely not have seen Nessie even if she had risen out of the water and waved. However, the mist over the water was magical, and Grace was not disappointed despite the lack of an appearance by one of the most well-known mythical creatures.At Urquhart Castle, they were able to climb the Giant Tower that overlooked Loch Ness. Andrew had stories about the castle as well. “Take a peek in this miserable prison cell,” he instructed. “It’s believed that this cell held the legendary Gaelic bard Domhnall Donn. He was Ümraniye Escort a son of Conall Crandomna and the king of Dál Riata, although he died without mention of a title.”Mac found himself less interested in the story and, once again, more fascinated by how intrigued Grace seemed to be with all of this lore. He suddenly wished they were alone so he could kiss her and make love to her. He wished he could move things along, but he didn’t want to be rude. Andrew was sharing a pretty detailed account of the Domhnalls.“…and in 1452, John Domhnall, whose grandfather, Domhnall of Islay, had previously occupied the castle, returned, and successfully recaptured it, claiming the Lordship of Urquhart.”“Can you imagine what it must have been like to live during medieval times? To live in a castle such as this?” Grace asked excitedly.“It would be a bit drafty,” Mac teased.Grace smiled. Mac had been so incredibly patient, humoring her desire to have a fanciful day filled with myths, legends, and Scottish lore. She had an idea of how to reward him for being such an indulgent husband.They did stop at Tomatin, where Mac did a little shopping for his own bar and for gifts for the men who had helped to make his recent wedding to Grace so special. But Grace had something else in mind to show her gratitude.Grace feigned being sleepy on the ride back to Edinburgh, so Andrew put on some classical music and didn’t talk so that his lovely passenger could rest. “There are blankets in the back if you’d like. Feel free to get comfortable,” Andrew suggested.Grace opened up the blankets and covered herself and Mac while she rested her head in his lap. She waited a bit so it would seem to their driver that she was sleeping. Then she looked at Mac with mischief in her eyes. She placed her finger on her lips to indicate that Mac should be silent. Then she managed to discretely unzip his jeans and release his flaccid cock into her mouth.Mac’s eyes flew open wide, and he gave Grace a look of warning. She looked up at him with those seductively blue eyes and ignored his silent plea for mercy.He didn’t stay soft for long as her lips and tongue did magical things with his cock. Christ! How was he going to be able to keep quiet with Grace under the blanket making love to his shaft with her fabulous mouth? He couldn’t have stopped her if he wanted to; his dick had a mind of its own. Right now, it was enjoying Grace’s seduction way too much to think about the fact that this was extremely indecent.He found himself silently thrusting while biting his tongue so he wouldn’t give away the fact that his wife was giving him an amazing blow job in the back of the driver’s vehicle. This was, by far, one of the most decadent acts he had ever engaged in. It was one thing to fuck a woman in the back of his limo and know that the driver may or may not be enjoying the view. It was quite another to be in the back seat of a hired car being treated to fellatio at its finest.Grace took a deep breath and swallowed Mac’s cock, making it nearly impossible for him to keep silent. So, he feigned a cough, which caused a brief moment of eye contact between Andrew and himself in the rear-view mirror.“Would you like some water, sir?” Andrew asked politely.“No, um, I’m fine. Just a tickle in my throat,” Mac replied. He was secretly amused at the fact that it was Grace’s throat being tickled.His eyes closed, Ümraniye Escort Bayan and he allowed himself to be carried away in a fantasy in which Grace was the selkie who had seduced and charmed him. She was a delightful creature whose knowledge of how to please his cock knew no bounds. Fuck! She apparently had no gag reflex either as her nose was against his belly, and his shaft was completely engulfed.He felt his balls tighten, and he grabbed Grace’s head. He held her there with his cock lodged in her throat and silently convulsed while he emptied himself. When she had him completely drained, he released her and felt her inhale sharply to refill her lungs with the air he had cut off momentarily. She looked up and him and smiled decadently.They both drifted off for the remainder of the trip back. Andrew woke them by announcing that they were back at their hotel; Grace sat up and stretched. Then she whispered in Mac’s ear, “Don’t forget to zip yourself back up.”Mac grinned. Was it any wonder that he was crazy about her? Chapter Twenty-Two“You were very naughty on the ride home, Mrs. Stewart,” Mac said as he finished his flatbread pizza from @Pizza Charlotte Lane.“Oh, well, you could spank me, I suppose,” Grace teased.“Oh, I plan to spank you, taste you, and fuck you, you wicked little minx,” Mac growled playfully.“It’s pretty late, and tomorrow is a workday. So, I’m okay with a rain check if you want to wait,” Grace said, trying to be considerate but hoping Mac wouldn’t be.“Not a chance,” Mac said. “Get those jeans off and hop on the table. I’m still hungry!”“Well, you’re the boss.”“Indeed, I am. So, open those legs for me, my sweet little redhead, and let me taste you.”Grace expected him to dive right in and feast away. But she was delighted that he teased her first, planting wet kisses around her mound and inner thighs.“God, Mac, I need you!” Grace pleaded when her arousal level spiked to intense need.Mac looked up at her with a wicked grin and said, “You’re so greedy. Just be patient, my love. I promise you that I will have you writhing with pleasure soon enough.”Grace’s hips rocked as she whimpered while Mac’s tongue was busy tracing circles around her labia. Finally, when she could wait no longer, she grabbed his head and pushed her needy little pussy into his mouth.He toyed with pulling away and chastising her for being so naughty. But the scent and taste of her were too erotic to deny her the release that she needed.Mac’s tongue and teeth did magical things to her luscious pink folds, exposing her clit from its hooded hiding spot and devouring it.“Shh,” Mac warned as she panted. “You made me cum in silence, and now it’s your turn to experience a soundless orgasm. Can you do it, Gracie? Can you cum without screaming out my name?”Grace’s gaze lowered as she nodded like an obedient, submissive slut. He feasted on her now with his fingers probing the places between her legs that belonged to him. Within seconds, she flooded his mouth with her nectar as she bit her bottom lip.It was brutal, but she managed to cum just as silently as he had, and she was pretty proud of herself.Mac scooped Grace up and carried her into the bedroom. “Get on your hands and knees and offer me your ass for the spanking you’ve been promised.”Grace obeyed immediately, and Mac felt his shaft aching to be released from his jeans. But he would deny himself that Escort Ümraniye pleasure until he spanked his sassy little wife until her cheeks were rosy. Only then would he unzip his pants and take her from behind.“Are you ready to be punished for being such a little slut in the back of Andrew’s car?” Mac asked.“Yes, Sir,” Grace moaned.“That’s my good girl. When your ass is nice and red, I’ll let you feel my cock inside you. But you have to earn it.”“Yes, Sir,” she repeated.It made him so fucking hard and hot for her when she fell into this submissive role. Maybe it was because he knew she was a force to be reckoned with in the business world that made it so titillating when she submitted to him like this. Whatever the reason, he felt his cock grow harder with each swat of her creamy ass.Only it didn’t stay creamy for long.Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!“You love the sting of my hand on your ass, don’t you, Grace?”“Yes! God, yes! More, please, Sir,” she cried out.Mac continued to spank her until his balls felt ready to burst. Then, he unzipped his fly and let his throbbing shaft out to play. He took juices from her pussy and rubbed them all over his dick before entering her.“Oh, fuck! You feel so fucking good, my little slut. How do you want it, baby? Slow and sweet? Or fast and hard?”“Fast and hard, please, Sir! I need you to fuck me so badly!”Like a cat in heat, Grace wiggled her ass and slammed herself back onto Mac’s rigid pole. Mac grabbed her hips and pumped into her with deep, hard thrusts. Soon, he was moving at jackhammer speed as he felt her pussy squeeze his cock with waves of spasming orgasms. She came over and over, screaming while she did until Mac’s balls felt like they were being gripped in a vise and then exploded as he filled her with his hot seed.They collapsed, panting hard, hearts beating wildly.Later, as they were getting ready for bed, Mac rubbed Grace’s ass. “I hope I wasn’t too harsh.”“You definitely spanked me harder than you ever have, and it’s not something I want all the time,” Grace admitted. “But it made me so fucking hot and wet!”Mac grinned as he lifted her nightgown. “Your ass is still pretty pink.”“Well, that will teach me to give my husband a blow job in the back of a tour guide’s car,” she mused.“I can’t say that I minded it,” Mac admitted. “It was certainly an unexpected pleasure. I don’t see how you could ever worry that sex will get stale between us.”“It won’t if you continue to go down on me as you did at the table out there. That was incredible.”“Just want to keep my wife happy!” Chapter Twenty-ThreeThe work week went by quickly. Callum and his staff seemed on board with the acquisition and ready to be part of Stewart Enterprises. Callum even managed to behave, although the man could make you feel naked the way he looked at you, Grace thought. Mac agreed. It was disconcerting but flattering to have another man look at him like that. Although he had gay friends, he had never understood what men saw in other men. He still didn’t ever see himself wanting to go to bed with another man. But it no longer felt like such a mystery to him why some guys preferred other guys.Although, with Callum, it didn’t seem to matter. Harris had a girlfriend, Sadie, who was open to inviting Callum into their bed. Callum and Harris were filling out relationship disclosure forms by the time the acquisition was in full swing. It looked like Grace had been a successful matchmaker once again.“I finally heard back from Uncle Dominic,” Mac told Grace at dinner on their last night in Edinburgh. “So, I’d like to put Dublin on hold and head back to New York, if that’s okay with you.”“Of course,” Grace said as she laid her hand on Mac’s. “Will Dominic be staying at your house?”